Distraction(8)

By: Angela McPherson



"Yeah." I made my way down the hall to my room. When I walked in, I stopped and stared.

"Do you think I should take this outfit with me this weekend?" She grinned devilishly at me, cheeks dimpled and her deep brown eyes smoldering.

Damn. The woman definitely knew how to get my attention. The color of her pale skin stood in contrast to the red lacy bra and panties she wore. Quickly, I shortened the distance until we were standing face to face.

"The only place you're wearing this," I traced my hand over the curve of her breast, my thumb circling her firm nipple, "is in bed with me."

Her lips screamed for my attention first, and I pulled her in, kissing her hard. She'd coated her lips with that cherry lip shit she liked. I hated the medicated taste that lingered in my mouth, but the waxed flavor played second to what I wanted, and right then, the feel of her rubbing against me took precedence.

I grazed my teeth against her earlobe, causing a breathy moan to escape from her opened mouth. I smiled. Finished playing around, I picked her up and carried her to my bed.

"I'll be right back." I gave Kellie a quick kiss and moved away. I fumbled for my jeans and pulled out my wallet. When I looked up and found her licking her lips, my concentration wavered. Damn, she was hot.

"Baby, I'm on the pill." She rasped, urging me to come back to her. Though her offer more than tempted me, I sure as hell didn't want the risk of ending up with a kid. I watched her as I rolled the condom down. She gave me a sultry smile as I walked back over to the bed.

"Come here," I said, climbing under the covers. Instantly, she did as I asked.



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Breathless, I shifted my weight, lying beside Kellie on the bed. My heart rate slowed, and I hoped she wouldn't want to talk or cuddle. The only thing I wanted was to pass out. Coach had pushed our practice an hour longer today and the extra time caught up to me.

A few minutes later, Kellie raised her head. Her forehead wrinkled with worry. "Promise me we'll still be together after this weekend."

I didn't know what to think at first. She was never insecure about us, or anything.

"Of course." I still couldn't gauge what she was thinking. "Kellie, what's going on?"

"It's just, you and this Elle person have known each other forever. Sometimes I feel like–" She shifted her eyes from me, situating herself on her back and focused on the ceiling. "When you talk about her, I get a feeling there's more than friendship between you two." She still refused to look at me.

"Listen, Elle's like one of the guys. Don't worry about it."

"You promise?" When she turned her face back to me, I noticed the beginning of tears in her eyes.

"I promise." Wanting to ease her insecurities, I moved closer and pressed my lips against her forehead. Kellie repositioned her body, and rested her head on my chest, draping her arm over my stomach. So much for not cuddling. We stayed together in silence and soon her breathing evened.

The steady hum from the fan pulled my eyes closed and behind them, a vision of the most beautiful woman stood. Problem being, she wasn't the woman I held asleep in my arms. Her natural sun-kissed skin, silky brown hair, intense green eyes, and a smile that could light up a darkened room haunted me. I wanted to hold her, kiss her until her legs were too weak to stand.

I squeezed my eyes tight and forced Elle's image out of my head. With resented guilt, I moved Kellie off my chest. Kellie knew how to make me forget, and the sex more than satisfied me. So what the hell? I needed to fix my problems. I'd ignored Elle all summer and made sure I'd left town before she came back home to visit.

Fuck, this would be harder than I thought.





Elle



All week I rolled over what Tristan's big news could be, which made every day seem to drag by at a snail's pace. Thankfully, the Ginger drama faded and she kept her distance. Tisha gave her a nice what-for when she came back to the house later that night. Their heated words made for an entertaining evening.

"Hey, are you ready to go?" Alyssa bounced on her toes.

"Yeah, just give me a second to put my shoes on. Where are we shopping anyway?"

"Just hurry up so we can get back and ready before loser boy gets here. You did tell him we're going to the disco party tonight, right?" She fixed me with a pointed stare.

"Yes, I told you this already. Geez." I slipped my feet into my flats. "Okay, I'm ready. Let’s jet."

Alyssa and I took her car instead of mine, considering mine always seemed to find the worst possible times to break down. Ten minutes later, we were parked in front of a second-hand boutique. We walked into the consignment store. The air was stale, though judging by the old-fashioned décor, she had picked the right place. Stringed beads replaced doors, and a hat rack used for different sized and shaped wigs, most of them resembling afros, stood next to the fitting room.

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